It doesn't make it any less real I can still feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the days that Favors the emotional And amplifies belief Unaffected and unbiased I want my eyes to be When might be lost and gone To memory belong It doesn't make it any less real I can still feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the phantom days Beyond our reason As we nullify intent Ignorance be just And defeatist minds prevail Like dreams, they slip away Let this feeling lingers on It doesn't make it any less real I can still feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the phantom days What remains of indecision Determined by resolve Vicariously through others I see what I can be When might be lost and gone Your memory belong It doesn't make it any less real I can still feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the phantom days